A fictitious brattish Arabian Princess and her bedouin aide-de-camp

Dhow ready for you missui

Same familiar voice of rugged hunchbacked bedioun


My father's most trusted lieutenant

A crescent sword dangling by his side


a gust of wind -- that seems to bother him somehow

The audacity of his Samurai-like gait


A mare whimpers and he pats in his characterstic dismissive gesture

Subduedly flamboyant -- debonair -- that smirk on his face --


A chaps -- magenta or something -- it's charcoal-ish now

A war trophy -- No head hunting anymore -- show any tribes


He told me once with a shrug nonchalant curse-like tone -- oh those spurs -- not even for menace makers

Duel -- Jostle -- Do I look that intimidating to you eh -- Missui -- what's your name before you went to ....


The unanimous chosen leader of the warrior race

A spine-chilling momentary glint in his pupil


He ain't hunchbacked -- it's his way of obeisance

His loyalty rests with my father --


Mills and Boons -- That's what he thinks of me -- I guess

Discreet -- hoarse -- monosyllables -- like giving them marching orders


Doesn't even snooze -- siesta -- he trots to the souk

Hubble-bubble occasionally -- otherwise, Come To The Marlboro Country


It's real sultry -- re-schedule your -- next summer break maybe

Yes, yes he's so copycatish and fake -- gotta go now. Bye.


Hey, Mister Cowboy -- Where's my Black tea huh?

Damn -- did he hear that or what -- eavesdropping on me.


Wait let my grandfather come.

Hey, mister stone-deaf -- dont we pay you slave.

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